So, the Sunday DnD campaign is on a hiatus for the foreseeable future. In the meantime, it took only days after that announcement for the group to find something else to do DnD-related to fill the time slot.
We're all a bunch of nerds and I love it.
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laura lee bringing a stuffed bear in her suitcase and never going far without it. laura lee desperate to fly the plane to get them help and food and medicine and take care of everyone. laura lee taking leonard with her in the plane and him aiding her death.
lottie not having any food for weeks. lottie who is bowed to by a bear and who is offered life saving food. lottie who survives on only bear meat for weeks after being provided for. lottie who revisits the plane in her mind and the first thing she sees is leonard, the bear. laura lee’s bear.
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I think a lot about Jake and Bradley unconsciously parroting Carole and Goose's relationship.
I think about them calling each other "honey" often. About Jake flirting, calling Rooster a stud. About Jake sitting in Bradley's lap while he screeches over the piano keys, the other daggers surrounding them with love and laughter. I think about Jake leaning over Bradley to face Nat and telling her, "So. Rooster told me about you and Bob-o, Trace. Hell of an improvement from the last asshole you dated." Only for Rooster to SQUEAK beside him, nuzzling Jake's cheek with a frantic, "Baby, I did not--" "Yes you did." "That was supposed to be a secret, honey!"
Like yes, they're often compared to Icemav, and it's true--SO true, but I also like to think that when Icemav are together, Mav also takes inspiration from Carole and Goose on how to be a partner.
Anyway, send tweet.
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Have a 500 word blurb that's been sitting in my drafts forever. I was going to add onto it at some point, but honestly the more I look at it, the more I like it the way it is.
Summary: Simon has a bit of a chat with his neighbor after she's had a tough day at work.
The sun is dangerously low in the sky when she finally pulls into the drive one autumn evening.
Simon watches from his porch as she leaves her car, walking up to her house like she’s got the world on her shoulders.
He knows that walk - he’s made it several times himself. And he’s watched her make it just as many.
He also knows it’s only a matter of time before she walks over to him.
“Cuppa?” he asks when she approaches a half hour later.
“Please.”
It’s quiet, the way she sits in the chair next to him. He brings her a warm cup of tea to match the one he’s been nursing and waits for her to take that first sip and sigh as she allows herself to relax.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“...I don’t know,” she answers. “Don’t really know how, I guess. Don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t think about what to say,” Simon advises. “Just say it.”
She goes quiet again, taking several more sips of her drink before she speaks again.
“Work’s gone to shit and I can’t escape it.”
“Been there,” he says. “How’s it gone to shit?”
“Just… overwhelmed. Too much work, too little time. Stretched too thin, and my job is the primary culprit.”
She pinches the bridge of her nose as she closes her eyes and furrows her brows.
“And it’s not like I can just not do my job,” she says. “It needs to be done, one way or another. And I’m the only one who knows how to do it. At least right now.”
Simon is quiet for a moment.
“Then quit.”
“Excuse me?” she asks, removing her hand from the bridge of her nose.
“Quit,” he repeats. “Take some time off. I’ll help you out with your bills until you find something better.”
“Simon,” she says, in a tone he knows well.
It’s a warning.
He means it when he offers to help. He’d trim himself down to a shoestring budget if he had to - he’s survived on far less than what he’s got to work with now that he’s been able to bank his pension after his discharge.
But he knows she’d never go for it. She’s too proud, too independent, too stubborn. Too much like him in that respect. Too unwilling to depend on someone else that heavily for her livelihood.
So he shrugs and takes another sip of his tea.
“Offer’s always there.”
Again, he means it. She could come to him tomorrow and tell him she’s quit and he’d have no problem setting up a joint bank account and getting her access to it. He’d have no problem helping her as long as she needed.
Hell, he knows he’d let her never work another day in her life if she wanted. He’d care for her. Provide for her. He’d let her sit and never lift another finger.
But that’s not who she is.
He thinks he’d like her a little less if it was.
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As a natural redhead myself, I would love it if more people dyed their hair a natural looking red. People are so fucking weird and creepy about red hair and I think if more people had red hair they wouldn't be so weird about it. I dye my hair fun colors partially because I got sick of creepy people hitting on me for being a ginger and partially because my family is like crazy possessive about red hair.
OKAY INCH RESTING!!! this tracks completely, bc ever since I started dyeing my hair the more Believable version of red I get many, many, MANY comments about it
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